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THE  PRIZE  PAINTING  BOOK 

GOOD   TIMES, 

BY 

MISS      DORA      WHEELER. 


This  book  has  been  published  with  the  intention  of  providing 
the  most  attractive  material  for  the  fascinating  work  of  painting 
in  water  colors,  and  with  the  certainty  of  furnishing  amusement 
and  instruction  combined,  to  children  and  beginners  in  drawing  and 
color-work. 

In  order  to  arouse  competition,  and  to  make  the  work  of  color- 
ing doubly  interesting,  the  publishers,  White  &  Stokes,  offer  Three 
Prizes  for  the  three  books  which  shall  be  returned  to  them  colored 
in    the    best    manner. 

First    Prize,  -  -  -  -  $75  oo. 

Second    Prize,  -  -  -  -       50  00, 

Third    Prize,        -  -  -  25  00. 

They  are  pleased  to  announce  that  the  awards  will  be  made  by  the 
following 

JUDGES: 

Miss  Rosina    Eiiivict,    (First    Prang    Prize,    18S0), 
Miss    Caroline    Towiiseiid,   (Decorative  Art  Prize,    18S1), 
Miss    Dora     Whcclcr,    (Second    Prang    Prize,    1881). 

The  book  has  been  prepared  in  every  respect  with  the  idea 
of  making    it    the    model    "painting-book." 


PUBLISHERS'    NOTE. 


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Avork.  The  outline  designs  have  been  drawn  with  a  view  to  their 
being  filled  in  with  color.  In  a  number  of  cases  these  outline 
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and  these  color  pages  serve  both  to  guide  the  worker  and  to 
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An  interesting  feature  is  the  leaving  one  page  entirely  blank, 
that  an  original  design,  suited  to  the  text  on  the  opposite  page, 
may  be  put  upon  it  in  such  shape  and  color  as  the  ingenuity  and 
taste    of  the    competitor    may    suggest. 

The  prizes  will  be  awarded  Sept.  ist,  1883,  thus  giving  ample 
time  for  thorough  work,  and  any  child,  not  over  sixteen  years  of 
age,    can   compete    for   them. 

Every  competing  book  must  be  sent  to  the  publishers  between 
May  1st  and  July  ist,  1883,  and  must  be  accompanied  by  a  cer- 
tificate from  some  responsible  person  that  the  competitor  is  not  over 
sixteen   years    old,    and    has    had    no    assistance    in    the    work. 

No  book  upon  which  insufficient  postage  has  been  put  will  be 
received,  and  none  will  be  returned  unless  accompanied  by  an  amount 
sufficient  to  cover  the  cost  of  so  doing. 

The  three  prize  books  will  become  the  property  of  the  publishers. 


THE    PRIZE    PAINTING    BOOK, 

aside  from  its  value  as  a  prize-book  and  as  a  painting-book,  has  been 
made  so  attractive  that  it  will  compare  favorably  with  any  English  or 
American  art-book  for  children  ;  and  it  has  been  put  at  a  price  which 
places  it  within  the  reach  of  all  who  may  wish  it,  whether  for  the 
beauty  of  its  designs,  the  instruction  to  be  gained  from  it,  or  the 
intention    of    competing    for    the    prizes    offered    in    connection    with    it. 

WHITE  &  STOKES,  Publishers, 

1152   Broadway,   NEW   YORK. 


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Down  in  the  sand-land,  close  by  the  sea, 
We  made  a  garden,  Kitty  and  me, 
And  we  planted  Willie  and  Kitty's  pup, 
To  grow  in  the  sand-land,  all  tall  up. 
We  thought  it  would  be  the  splendidest  fun, 
When  our  sand-land  garden  was  all  done. 


Bridget  picked  up  shells  by  the  sea. 

While  we  made  the  garden,   Kitty  and  me, 

And  Willie's  so  very  little  you  know. 

He  thought  he'd  like  to  be  planted  and  grow, 

And  all  the  while  'twas  the  splendidest  fun, 

Until  the  garden  was  made  and  done. 


We  piled  up  the  white  sand,   Kitty  and  me, 

Till  Willie  and  Rover  could  only  just  see, 

And  we  told  them  both   that  they   would  grow 

As  big  as  we,  if  they'd  stay  just  so — • 

And  we  hurried  so  to  get  it  done, 

For  we  kneAv  that  Bridget  would  spoil  our  fun. 

But  when  we'd  made  it  all  smooth  over, 
Willie  cried,   and  cried,   and  Kitty's   Rover 
Just  howled,  and  howled,   and  wiggled  so. 
That  he  hadn't  a  bit  of  time  to  sfrow, 


And  Bridget  came  on  the  fastest  run — - 
And  we  hadn't  a  single  bit  of  fun. 


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Where's  the  cat  whose  twisted  cradle 
All  the  children,  young  and  old, 
Have  been  makino- — still  are  making- — 

o  o 

Will  be  making? — turn,  and  fold. 
Twist,   and  slip,   and  turn,   and  double, 
'Till  the  very  world  is  old. 


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12 


If  your  effort  be  the  arrow, 
And  your  will  the  bow, 
There  is  nothing  to  be  learned 
Which  you  ma)'  not  know. 

If  the  effort  be  but  loyal, 
And  the   will  be  true. 
There  is  nothing-  to  be  done 
Which   you  may  not    do. 


Draw  the  bow  then,   king-  of  boyhood. 
Do,  and  will,   and  learn. 
.All  that  makes  a  happy  manhood 
You  shall   surelv  earn. 


14 


Jim  on  a  down-turned  box  was  seated, 
Head  tj^^wn  back  with  a  lordly  air. 
Tim — quick  swaying  his  blacking  brushes — 
Polished   Tim's  toes,  with  a  face  of  care,     ^i 

"  Yer'll  g^l^^t'fep^  cents  " — said  the  seated  nabob — 

"If  yer  gib  dem  toes  a  fust-class  shine; 
And  dat's  der  price,  if  yer  went  to  de  White  Housej 
Fer  ter  shine  de  President's,  'stead  of  mine." 

"In  a  regla  way,  top  price  is  highest; 
But  birds  fly  ober  de  tops  ob  trees, 
And  yer  can't  jest  tell  by  what  is  regla 
How  much  yer  gits  in  now-an-den  fees.'' 

"  Suppose  Jay  Gould  should  git  sot  upon  yer, 
And  gib  yer  a  suit  of  his  week-day  does, 
Fergitten  a  million  or  two  in  de  pockets 
Yer'd  want  a  dolla'  fer  blackin'  my  toes  !  " 


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A  thin  line  of  steel  and  a  perch — 

And  a  boy  well  up  in  the  air. 

There  he  goes  !    with  a  sway  and  a  lurch, 

Swift  as  the  flight  of  a  swallow. 

He  must  be  fleet  who  would  follow — 

Fleeter  than  foot-steps  of  care. 


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Swinging-  in  a  hammock  which  the  fishers  made, 

All  the  merry  mermaids,  not  a  bit  afraid ; 

Where  the  waves  roll  over 

With  their  glossy  cover, 

Rolling  over  softly  with  a  swishing  sound, 

As  the  wind  rolls  the  wheat  on  the  harvest  ground. 

All  the  merry  mermaids,  not  a  bit  afraid, 

Swinging  in  a  hammock  which  the  fishers  made ; 

Laugh,  and  frolic  under 

All  the  deep-sea's  thunder. 

Driving  silly  fish  from  the  net's  wide  round, 

As  the  wind  drives  the  leaves  on  the  autumn   ground. 

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Do  you  know  the  electric  people,  who  live  in  the  air  overhead — 
And  go  to  school  on  the  telegraph  wires — and  have  clouds  for  a  feather  bed  ? 
The  elders  are  solemn  people,  but  the  young  ones  are  always  gay ; 
And  whenever  they  smile  in  cloud-land,  we  call  it  the  lightning's  play. 

And  some  are  awfully  jolly,  and  never  will  sleep  at  night ; 
But  keep  on  smiling,  and  smiling,  in  an  awful  electric  light. 
So  the  elders  got  together,  and  among  themselves  they  said  ; — 
"  What  shall  we  do  with  these  youngsters,  who  never  will  go  to  bed  ?  " 

"  Now  we  are  a  solemn  people ;  we  don't  like  this  awful  glow — 
This  perpetual  glare  of  smiling.     Let  us  send  them  down  below ! 
Let  them  stand  in  the  streets  of  that  city  where  they  rest  not,  day  or  night  "— 
And  they  sent  them  to  sit  on  the  lamp-posts,  and  m.ake  the  "  Electric  Light." 


26 


'Tis  a  language  all  unspoken, 

If  we  ever  knew  it ; 

But  the  boys  upon  the  sidewalk 

Glibly   patter  through  it. 

They  know  all  the  hidden  meanings 

Lying  in  the  words  : 

"  Knuckle  down — -fann  inchins- 
Ground  grabs — no  clcarins." 
Just  as  much  another  language 
As  the  speech  of  birds. 


28 


Men  heist  med  min  bok  i  det  grona  jag  sitter 
Och  lyssnar  fortjust  till  faglarnas   quitter. 

This  is  one  way  of  saying  ;  — "  A  good  book  is  better 
When  out-doors  and  sunshine  illumine  each  letter." 


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Hey,  Billy  Goat!     Ho,  Billy  Goat! 

Push  them  hig-her  than  Kizh. 

Hey,  Billy  Goat!     Ho,  Billy  Goat! 

Send  them  up  to  the  sky. 

It's  as  true  as  you  live 

That  a  Billy  can  o'ive 

A  deal  better  buck  than  I. 


32 


Purple  gold  on  folded  wing — 
Throat  with  metal  burnishing — 
Glancing  eye  with  topaz  ring — 
Feet  with  pink  enamelling— 
All  this  bravery  you  wear, 
Without  thought,  or  without  care. 
Of  earthly  dust,   or  sun-filled  air. 


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Now  go,  and  crawl  a  hundred  years ! 

Who  finds  you  then  will   see 

The  letters  marked  upon  your  shell, 

And  wonder  about  me. 

He'll  wonder  what  my  name  was — 
Or  perhaps  he  will  agree 
That  there  was  once  a  turtle  race 
All  marked  with  F.  B.  T. 

And  to  the  cnildren  standing  round 
He  may  talk  learnedly — 
About  the  veinings  of  this  shell. 
The   species — F.   B.   T. 


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Little  baby  Alice — 

Just  suppose 

That  at  night  or  morning, 

Without  word  of  warning, 

All  your  tiny,  weeay,  pinksy  toes — 

Just  suppose 

That  the  wee,  pink  toeses 

Should  go  bud,  and  blossom  into  roses ! 

• 

Little  baby  Alice- 

Then  suppose 

That  we  took  no  warning, 

And  at  night  or  morning 

We  forgot  to  water  the  rose-toes; 

And  suppose 

That  the  wee  pink  roses, 

Just  wriggled  back  to  toeses  ! 

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When  we  are  up, 
And  ^•ou  are  down, 

You   shall  wear 
A  denim  eown. 
So  up,  so  down. 

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Sprites  upon  the  pavement 
Wheeling  round  and  round. 
Circling,  rushing,  speeding,  flying- 
Hardly  keep  the  ground. 
Like  a  dream  of  locomotion 
Which  their  youth  has  found. 


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Child's  Dream, 

A  dream  with  a  fairy  in  it 

And  a  hly  with  leaves  uncurled 

And  a  fairy  child  Avhich  floated  out 

Fairer  than  all  the  world. 

Cat's    Dream, 

And  a  dream  with  a  linnet  in  it, 

Which  slept  and  dreamed  of  a  song — 

And  the  dream  which  dreamed  of  the  linnet 


Was  cruel  and  strong. 


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All  the  quest  of  day  is  done. 

All  the  spoil  of  woods  is  won. 

Children  crouch  within  the  light, 

Where  the  black-birch  fire  burns  bright, 
And  the  spicy  savor 
And  the  steaming  flavor 

Break  the  chestnut's  satin  skin, 

Show  the  ivory  heart  within. 


52 


"  Jack  in  the  pulpit !" 
Who  ever  heard  before, 
Of  a  little  Jack  set  up 
Inside  a  pulpit  door? 

Such  a  funny  little  preacher ! 
Doesn't  know  a  single  letter, 
So  how  can  he  tell  the  people 
What'll  make  them  better? 

No,  he  doesn't  know  a  letter — 
But  he  knows,  and  I  don't  know, 
How  the  milk-weed  silk  creeps  out, 
And  how  the  daddy-long-legs  grow. 

And  when  they  get  through  growing 
Who  measures  them,  to  see 
If  they  really  are  as  long 
As  lonor-leo-s  ouo-ht  to  be? 


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And  when  the  oak-leaves  drop 
Who  teaches  them  to  sail  ? 
And  who  threads  the  wriggle 
In  the  polly-woggle's  tail? 

I  wonder  what  it  looks  like ! 
I  wish  I  could  just  see        , 


If  it's  the  kind  of  wrig-o-le 


That  there  is  in  me. 

Oh,  Jack,  you  funny  preacher ! 
It. must  be  nice  to  know 
How  the  milk-weed  silk  gets  out, 
And  how  the  daddy-long-legs  grow. 


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This  is  a  darling  little  Swede, 
And  _liere's  a  Swedish  rhyme  : 
Vi'ssi  dr  det  roligt  da  och  da 
Att  diska  en  kopp  eller  tva. 
It  means ;  - — she  likes  to  wash  cups  once. 
But  not  for  all  the  time. 


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"BLACK-EYED     SUSAN." 

Standing  up  boldly  amid  the  grass, 
Brushing  the  horns  of  the  cows  as  they  pass, 
Black-eyed  Susan  sleeps  and  wakes. 
Boldly  she  looks  at  the  broad  bright  sky — 
At  the  broad-winged  crows  who  go  sailing  by 
Nothing  she  fears,  but  the  harvest  rakes. 

Above  her  forehead  a  knob  of  brown 
Rayed  with  leaves,  like  a  golden  crown 
Which  brightens  over  a  grassy  space. 
Thick,  rough  leaves  climb  up  like  a  ladder, 
Where  lady-bugs  creep,  and  crickets  clamber, 
Up  to  her  smiling  face. 


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